Song Ziyan quietly gave Mr. Yan a thumbs up and said, "Yes, yes, my dad is right, and in case I break up with your Xiao Qi tomorrow!" ”

When Song Ziyan spoke, he felt a little weak, and when he was worried about not knowing where it came from, Yin Yi's phone rang.

Then the Qi family came.

In the afternoon, naturally they had a formal and traditional dinner, and the older generation began to discuss Song Ziyan's matter again, which made one of the parties, known as the smoker who is not afraid of heaven and earth, numb in scalp.

On the other hand, Qi Moyue looked like he was at ease, and even participated in the discussion very seriously.

Why is he so calm?

Song Ziyan made an excuse and took her sisters to visit the house, and Yin Yi reluctantly let her out of her granddaughter, who was not concerned about her life's affairs.

Song Ziyan took his three younger sisters to sit at the door of his small courtyard and sighed about life.

She is young, and she is going to get married young~.

Helpless.

Luo Yue looked at Song Ziyan, who was holding her chin and looking melancholy, and couldn't help but sigh that the development of her CP was too slow.

And Jiang and Zhang Yaxi were still stunned next to each other.

Truth be told, the shock was felt too much today.

An ordinary meal, all of them have the feeling of a group of heroes, all the big guys here, and I don't know what mentality my sister entered the entertainment industry, she can get a lot of nourishment if she doesn't come.

The thinking of rich people is not something they can understand.

The four of them thought about each other, and before they knew it, it was already dark, and after Song Ziyan took the children to his room, he sat back at the door.

She's waiting for someone.

Wait for Qi Moyue.

After a while, Qi Moyue arrived.

"Sit." Song Ziyan patted the cold stone floor beside him: "I want to talk to you." ”

Seeing that Song Ziyan was rarely serious, Qi Moyue also sat down very cooperatively, pursed his lips lightly, and stared at Song Ziyan seriously.

Song Ziyan was stared at uncomfortably, and pushed Qi Moyue's head to the side: "Don't look at me, distract me." ”

Qi Moyue nodded obediently, propped his hands behind him, stretched out his long legs slightly, and looked up at the sky where stars were rare.

"Don't sit so bewitching, don't think that I won't criticize you like this."

"Criticize me?" Qi Moyue smiled lightly, turned his head to look at Song Ziyan's eyes, he gently approached, narrowed the distance between himself and Song Ziyan, and his upward voice seemed to be full of charm: "What criticize me?" ”

Song Ziyan didn't overdo it, and chose to forcibly ignore this man who was like making her heart pound at every turn.

"Criticize you for two points."

"Which two?"

"The first point is that you have to pay attention to Jiang Zhou, I think he is my rival." Song Ziyan pouted and said, "But it's still yourself, don't attract bees and butterflies everywhere like just now." ”

"I'm not a double standard!" After speaking, Song Ziyan felt that his statement was a little inappropriate, and added: "When I work with male artists, I will also pay attention to the distance." ”

"Okay, listen to you."

Qi Moyue didn't expect that one day Song Ziyan would tell him this so seriously, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.

The little rascals are more mature.

Meddlesome.

"And what's the second?"

Qi Moyue pinched his slender mobile phone, looking forward to what kind of views Song Ziyan would put forward.

"The second is that you're too positive!" Song Ziyan patted Qi Moyue's shoulder and said, "It's not good to be anxious, I'm still so young, I don't want my grandfather and Grandma Chen to get married or something." ”

"Don't want to?"